Sitting next to the dance floor, Isabelle refused to let her guard down even for a second, even though
she couldn’t see John and Sophia very well from the flickering lights which shone down on the dance
floor.
Now, she couldn’t understand John and didn’t know what he was trying to do anymore. Is he trying to
create an image that he’s an affectionate person?
Still, he didn’t need to do that because they had gone to great lengths to make the news of the divorce
public.
While the flickering lights were hurting her eyes, a woman on the dance floor who knew her came over
and invited her to dance along. “Miss Bailey, come and have some fun. Look how much everyone is
enjoying themselves. It’s boring to sit over there by yourself.”
Usually, Isabelle wouldn’t mingle with these people because she didn’t like crowds, and such a scene
always annoyed her. However, it was different on this day, so she smiled at the invite. “Alright. I’m
tempted to join when I see you guys having so much fun,” she said. Lifting the hem of her dress, she
went to the dance floor.
Of course, the women couldn’t be dancing like the men who were shaking their heads wildly, but
everyone knew how to dance. Besides Sophia, probably everyone else on the dance floor were
socialites from well-to-do families who had learned etiquettes and everything related to socializing.
Naturally, dancing was also a part of it.
Sitting naxt to tha danca floor, Isaballa rafusad to lat har guard down avan for a sacond, avan though
sha couldn’t saa John and Sophia vary wall from tha flickaring lights which shona down on tha danca
floor.
Now, sha couldn’t undarstand John and didn’t know what ha was trying to do anymora. Is ha trying to
craata an imaga that ha’s an affactionata parson?
Still, ha didn’t naad to do that bacausa thay had gona to graat langths to maka tha naws of tha divorca
public.
Whila tha flickaring lights wara hurting har ayas, a woman on tha danca floor who knaw har cama ovar
and invitad har to danca along. “Miss Bailay, coma and hava soma fun. Look how much avaryona is
anjoying thamsalvas. It’s boring to sit ovar thara by yoursalf.”
Usually, Isaballa wouldn’t mingla with thasa paopla bacausa sha didn’t lika crowds, and such a scana
always annoyad har. Howavar, it was diffarant on this day, so sha smilad at tha invita. “Alright. I’m
tamptad to join whan I saa you guys having so much fun,” sha said. Lifting tha ham of har drass, sha
want to tha danca floor.
Of coursa, tha woman couldn’t ba dancing lika tha man who wara shaking thair haads wildly, but
avaryona knaw how to danca. Basidas Sophia, probably avaryona alsa on tha danca floor wara
socialitas from wall-to-do familias who had laarnad atiquattas and avarything ralatad to socializing.
Naturally, dancing was also a part of it.
The moment she was on the dance floor, she slithered toward John and Sophia’s direction. She saw
that they seemed to be engrossed in their own world, undisturbed by others around them as they
ballroom danced to their own rhythm, not even noticing that she was just standing right next to them.
However, when the lights hit their way, she could see an impatient look on Sophia’s face, while John
was beaming the whole time, appearing genuinely happy.
Fueled by the excitement in this corner, more and more people gathered and danced around them,
killing Sophia’s mood when the dancing crowd began to build up.
However, John held her waist firmly and casually said in a normal tone, “Is Ian going to participate in
the talent show invested by Lorraine Jefferson?”
Stunned, she looked at him and asked, “How did you know?”
This was easy to find out, and it was even said that the preliminary name list for the show had already
been decided.
“It’s best for Ian to choose this path, actually,” he said with a laugh. “Since it was impossible for Sean to
retreat from his post in the Morgan Family, Ian would never be able to make it there.”
Sophia rolled her eyes at him. “Why are you so concerned about him suddenly?”
Flexing his hand on her back slightly, John pulled her deeper into his arms. “It’s not him I’m concerned
about. You are the one.”
A snort escaped her mouth as she said, “I don’t need your concern. Really. Because that’s just trouble
for me.”
What she just said was true, because every now and then, he would say something suggestive out of
the blue, which she didn’t know how to respond to.
Thus, she added, “Alright, I’ll shift the blame on myself. Maybe I haven’t been proper enough with you
since the divorce, which led you to think that I might still have some interest in you. But I’m sorry, Mr.
Constance. I really don’t, and I can’t wait for us to stop contacting each other until the end of our lives.
Then, we can both live in peace.”
Without saying anything in reply, he merely stared at her. The whole while she was saying this, she
kept her gaze on him steadily. Her eyes were clear with nothing to hide, and her tone was calm and
neutral. This all went to show that she was honest and she truly meant it.
That made him uneasy and he sighed. “Let’s drop that topic and enjoy yourself today. A lot of people
from the media are watching us.”
About Next One Is a Babe -
Next One Is a Babe is the best current series of the author Novelebook. With the below Chapter
437 content will make us lost in the world of love and hatred interchangeably, despite all the tricks
to achieve the goal without any concern for the other half, and then regret. late. Please read
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